he was still
as a stained glass saint
she was a serpent
she was a serpent
at his heel
ready to spring
ready to spring
at the slightest movement
it rattled at her brain
it rattled at her brain
and bothered her balance
what was she missing
what the cosmic secret
he kissed her and smiled gratefully
he kissed her and smiled gratefully
comfortably numb
as one hundred thousand
over caffeinated teeth
gnawed away
gnawed away
at her belly
Peace ~ Rene
Peace ~ Rene
and all i can picture is that scene from ALIENS...
ReplyDeleteDrop kicked right off the field!
ReplyDeleteOoof. Sat at that table one too many times. Good one, Rene.
i love how you paint...
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but from cool angles.
sometimes sideways.
richly
but never
givin' it away.
always demands another look!
"in slo-mo this time!"
sweet, Rene~
Rene, you are GOOD. I like this poem... a lot!
ReplyDeleteYikes, Rene. What are you doing in my house?
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Oh man... you must have been at my house this weekend.
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like my BFF's house! Well done Rene.
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